I've been staring at the 'Create' page for thirteen minutes now. This doesn't happen to me.
I wrote an entry. Saved it. Started again.
I wrote a second entry. Saved it. Blank page again.
I don't hold any truck with drafts. I have one or two among the hundreds, three at most. What I write I tend to publish and bedamned with it.
Now there are two fresh unseen posts, blogging about blogging, that most unsavoury of subjects.
What I will say is that I can't shake the feeling that I'm going to run out of stories, ones I can tell anyway, soon. The ones where nobody gets their feelings hurt.
Maybe it's just another one of those nights, or too much coffee, or the need to retch something out from me but I've been thinking more and more that there has to be a full stop to these stylings.
Posting about bread advertisements? Something has to give.